Chapter 3671: True Spiritual Fire Qilin

The red-robed old man’s face was full of envy; the young woman in the golden skirt had already ascended to the Immortal Realm and become an immortal.

Above his head, the void rippled, and a gigantic, sky-reaching hand, pulsating with blue light, appeared out of nowhere. Its surface bore a Qilin pattern. Before the sky-reaching hand even descended, the nearby void tore open, revealing numerous cracks. Simultaneously, the sound of crashing waves echoed as a vast amount of blue seawater surged forward with immense momentum. Wherever it passed, mountain peaks exploded, turning into dust.

The red-robed old man let out a cold snort, and his body glowed brightly with red light as an incredibly thick crimson pillar of fire shot up into the sky, colliding with the sky-reaching hand. With a loud bang, the crimson fire pillar was shattered by the sky-reaching hand. The hand then struck the red-robed old man, causing his body to sink into the ground. The mountain peak he stood on was also shattered by the blow, and smoke and dust filled the air.

A vast expanse of crimson flames erupted from the ground, heading directly towards the blue seawater. With a rumbling roar, the crimson flames collided with the blue seawater, releasing a vast expanse of white mist. All the blue seawater turned into white mist, and an area of 100,000 li transformed into a sea of crimson flames. A completely red Qilin stood within this inferno, its body enveloped in countless crimson flames. The surrounding void could not withstand the intense heat, and numerous cracks appeared.

The Spirit-Crossing Flying Chariot floated high in the sky, and Wang Changsheng and the others wore varied expressions. They had personally witnessed a late-stage Mahayana cultivator being guided to the Immortal Realm, which indirectly demonstrated the immense value of the Thunder Apricot Jade Immortal Fruit.

“A Fire Qilin!” Wang Changsheng’s expression grew solemn.

Most true spirits are cultivated later in life. Ink Qilins, Earth Qilins, and Fire Qilins whose bloodline purity reaches level nine and possess Mahayana stage cultivation are considered true spirits. The biggest difference between true spirits and ordinary demonic beasts is that true spirits possess incredibly powerful physical bodies. Of course, this varies depending on the type of true spirit; a Tiger-Phoenix Butterfly, even if it cultivates into a true spirit, won't have an exceptionally strong physical body. With Wang Changsheng's current strength, ordinary eighth-tier mid-grade demonic beasts cannot withstand a single move from him. True spirit descendants might be able to, but they wouldn't easily nullify Wang Changsheng's attacks.

"Let's work together to kill the Fire Qilin," Wang Changsheng transmitted, his tone grave. "Don't underestimate it, and definitely don't engage in close combat. This is a true spirit; do not use treasures or dao arts that target the soul." True spirits can withstand attacks from Profound Sky Treasures head-on; this fact alone gives many Mahayana cultivators a severe headache. He didn't want to damage the Fire Qilin's soul, hoping to obtain a complete one to use for setting up a clan-protecting grand formation, which would make its power even greater. Wang Qingshan and the others acknowledged and agreed.

Wang Mengbin performed a hand seal, and a deafening thunderclap echoed from high above. With lightning flashing and thunder rumbling, incredibly thick silver lightning bolts tore through the sky, striking towards the Fire Qilin. Hundreds of thousands of green flying swords appeared out of nowhere. Wang Qingshan performed a sword incantation, and hundreds of thousands of green flying swords converged, forming a torrent of green sword energy that rushed directly towards the Fire Qilin.

Wang Changsheng performed a hand seal, and a dazzling blue aura emanated from his body. The void vibrated and distorted as vast amounts of seawater appeared, rapidly transforming an area of 200,000 li into a boundless ocean. The sound of crashing waves echoed as the seawater surged towards the Fire Qilin from all directions. Numerous terrifying cracks appeared in the void, creating an alarming momentum. Wang Ruyan's fingers swept across the strings of the Demon Suppressing Zither. Accompanied by a surge of stirring zither music, waves of blue sound energy swept out, heading directly towards the Fire Qilin. Wang Qingfeng and the others also made their moves, attacking the Fire Qilin.

The Fire Qilin let out a bestial roar that pierced the clouds. The flames around its body suddenly surged, and a crimson tornado, over 100,000 zhang high, shot up into the sky. Composed of countless crimson flames, it emitted astonishing high temperatures. The blue sound waves, green flying swords, silver lightning, red saber glints, white sword light, and other attacks collided with the crimson tornado, vanishing without a trace like mud sinking into the sea.

With a flash of green light, a gigantic, sky-reaching cleaver, shimmering with green light, descended from the sky, slicing the crimson tornado into pieces. The green cleaver then struck the Fire Qilin's body, emitting a loud "clanging" sound of metal striking metal. With a flash of silver light, a gigantic tower, shimmering with silver light, appeared out of nowhere. Its body was engraved with numerous demonic beast patterns, seemingly imbued with the roars of tigers, cries of dragons, and chirps of insects, and its spiritual energy was astonishing. At its apex were seven treasure pearls of uniform size. It appeared directly above the Fire Qilin, revealing itself as the Seven Star Demonic Subduing Pagoda.

The base of the Seven Star Demonic Subduing Pagoda glowed with silver light, releasing a silver ray of light that enveloped the Fire Qilin. At the same time, numerous crystal-clear chains, precisely the Chains of Divine Sense, appeared on the Fire Qilin's body. The silver light enveloped the Fire Qilin and drew it into the Seven Star Demonic Subduing Pagoda.

No hint of joy appeared on Wang Changsheng's face. He performed a hand seal, and the Spirit-Crossing Flying Chariot retreated, turning into an afterimage. The void rippled, and a gigantic beast hoof, pulsating with red light, appeared and stomped downwards. After a loud bang, a towering peak was crushed by the gigantic beast hoof, sending earth and rocks scattering.

A dazzling flash of fire lit up within the crimson sea of flames. The flames condensed and transformed into the Fire Qilin's form. The blue seawater collided with the crimson flames, causing loud explosions and spreading white mist everywhere. With a flash of purple light, the Purple Scorpion Gourd appeared directly above the Fire Qilin's head. It spun rapidly, spraying out a stream of purple light that enveloped the Fire Qilin. Simultaneously, the purple scorpion pattern on the gourd's surface emitted a cacophonous hiss. The flames around the Fire Qilin churned and surged. A thick crimson pillar of fire shot up, effortlessly tearing through the purple light. The crimson pillar then struck the Purple Scorpion Gourd, sending it flying backward.

The void in front of it rippled, and a gigantic blue fist projection appeared, smashing into the Fire Qilin's body. The Fire Qilin was instantly sent flying backward, crashing into and shattering a peak. Before it could even stand up, over a dozen crystal-clear chains appeared, entangling the Fire Qilin's body. A gigantic blue palm, covered in arcane musical notes, then came directly at it, striking the Fire Qilin's body. The Fire Qilin's body burst apart, transforming into countless crimson flames.

Wang Changsheng frowned, realizing that true spirits were indeed difficult to deal with. A ball of crimson fire lit up, and the Fire Qilin appeared before them, its body wrapped in countless crimson flames, tearing the void around it. The Fire Qilin let out a bestial roar that pierced the clouds, opening its massive mouth and spewing out a thick stream of crimson flames directly towards Wang Changsheng and the others. With a "whoosh," the Spirit-Crossing Flying Chariot turned into an afterimage and vanished. The crimson flames destroyed over a dozen peaks, melting the rocks.

With a flash of blue light, a gigantic, sky-reaching hand bearing a Qilin pattern appeared out of nowhere and struck the Fire Qilin's body. The Fire Qilin plummeted from the sky, crashing heavily onto the ground and creating a large crater. With a flash of purple light, the Purple Toad Seal appeared, instantly enlarging and smashing downwards. The Fire Qilin opened its mouth and spewed out a stream of crimson flames, meeting the attack. The Purple Toad Seal, upon contacting the crimson flames, slowed its descent, and its spiritual light flickered continuously. The demonic fire spewed by the Fire Qilin was incredibly potent; even a fragment of a Profound Sky Treasure could not harm it.

Dazzling spiritual light emanated from Wang Ruyan's body, and arcane runes appeared all around her. She activated the divine ability seed of her second aperture, and her right index finger swept across the zither strings, sending a wave of blue sound energy directly towards the Fire Qilin. The Fire Qilin felt the terrifying spiritual pressure emanating from the blue sound wave, daring not to meet it head-on. Before it could even dodge, a dragon's roar, echoing through the clouds and snow, rang out, and a gigantic mirage dragon phantom appeared high in the sky. The Fire Qilin felt the world spin before its eyes. Even as a true spirit, without a treasure to counter illusionary arts and with a similar cultivation level, it was still affected by the mirage dragon. By the time it recovered, the blue sound wave had already swept past its body. Simultaneously, the Purple Toad Seal's spiritual light surged, and it crashed down, shaking the earth and mountains.

A thick stream of crimson flames shot up into the sky, and the Purple Toad Seal shattered into pieces, turning into scrap metal. The Fire Qilin's body was covered in blood, though it was still wrapped in countless crimson flames. A deafening thunderclap came from high above, and a thick lightning pillar, a thousand zhang in diameter, descended from the sky, striking the Fire Qilin. At the same time, Wang Qingshan, Wang Qingfeng, Dong Xueli, Bai Yuqi, and others all activated their divine ability seeds, attacking the Fire Qilin. Explosions continuously rang out, and various spiritual lights engulfed the Fire Qilin's body.

A massive ball of crimson fire shot up into the sky, and as these spiritual lights dispersed, the Fire Qilin's form was revealed. Most of its scales had fallen off, its white bones were faintly visible, and its aura was weak. A surging blue river rushed forward, instantly arriving before it. The Fire Qilin tried to cast a spell to dodge, but over a dozen crystal-clear chains appeared and bound its body. It opened its mouth and spewed out a thick stream of crimson flames, meeting the blue river.

With a rumbling roar, white mist spread everywhere, and a tall figure appeared before the Fire Qilin: it was Wang Changsheng. Wang Changsheng's fists glowed with dazzling blue light as he smashed them towards the Fire Qilin. A mournful bestial wail rang out as the Fire Qilin's head was struck by Wang Changsheng, sinking it into the ground. Wang Changsheng's fists continuously pounded the Fire Qilin's head, and blood stained his hands red.

Before long, the Fire Qilin ceased to breathe. As a miniature Fire Qilin left its body, it was immediately enveloped by a green ray of light and collected into a shimmering green treasure vase. Eight cultivators who had opened their apertures, four mid-stage Mahayana cultivators, and over a dozen other Mahayana cultivators joined forces, finally subduing the true spirit Fire Qilin. If it had been a one-on-one fight, Wang Changsheng wouldn't have defeated the Fire Qilin so quickly. But he wasn't a fool; if group combat was an option, why fight one-on-one?